The Prologue
And the phantoms of fantasy,
They so bloom in your mind,
You know, all this such a heresy,
One day they will find
out.
Nonsensical universe in a few strokes
Of a pen in your weakling hand
The overworked brain quietly smokes
As it escapes into fantasy land.
Chasing the monsters took over us,
Wait i’ll scare them away — from you,
Lust of the touches very much does
And they look from distance — at you.
And since the fear is no more,
We won in a way — you, fearless, undress,
I take you by your hand in these lands of lore,
The shame melts away with the press.
And in giving up the tools and clothes,
We turned so very vulnerable.
What will they monsters do?
Are they monsters at all?
(They) Let us live.
(They) Let us go.